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"Don't ask me to witness your will, old boy," cried one. "I can recommend you to an insurance office which holds out special inducements to would-be suicides," exclaimed another.

"If you are not heard of before 1880, we will ask a paternal Government to organize an exploring expedition," suggested a third.

"I can lend you a gray Russian overcoat: you'll run a less chance of being potted in it than in your ordinary raiment," added a fourth.

"I'll lay a pony there's a chignon in the business," chimed in a fifth; and thus the jokes went flying round my devoted head, until I read aloud the contents of the following telegram which I had received during the day

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Geoffry was of an "amorous complexion." The best dancer and the fastest the best man to flirt and the fastthe best man to disconcert Materfamilias, and to avoid the stereotyped interview with Paterfamilias. Fifty men have been married for paying one-tenth less attention to a marriageable daughter than Mr. Geoffry Greville. He was always in love, but the idea of matrimony never seemed to flicker across his brain. "Pshaw! I shan't marry till I'm fifty; all the old fellows get all the young girls," was his invariable reply when remonstrated with upon the subject of his dilly-dallying.

Under ordinary circumstances I should have allowed my gay and festive kinsman to wriggle out of his mess as best he could, but the Chetwodes, with whom I invariably passed Christmas-tide had elected to remain in Rome, and was left on the bleak shore of London, alone. Consequently, it was rather a relief than otherwise to receive the telegram a telegram that bespoke a most agreeable mysery. I use the word "agreeable" advisedly, on the wellknown principle that there is something not utterly displeasing in the misfortunes of even our best friends. Having consulted Bradshaw, I found that the 8.25 from Euston would place me fairly en chemin; so ordering a nice little dinner, for which the chef at the Marathon is so famous, and a pint of Moët-dry-I gave myself up to pondering upon the situation, and the rôle I was destined to play in the forthcoming sensation scene.

On the evening of the 24th day of December, 187—, at about five o'clock, a traveller might have been descried standing upon the steps of Daly's Hotel, in the town of Westport. The traveller was enveloped in a massive Ulster coat, and the Ulster coat which surrounded the traveller was itself surrounded by a motley crowd, consisting of a group of mendicants in every conceivable stage of deformity, each of whom was engaged in jostling and villifying his neighbor, but all of whom were actuated by a common motive, that of delivering the frieze-coated traveller of

as much current coin of the realm as the generosity of his disposition, and the exigencies of the occasion, might move him to dispossess himself of.

The traveller was Harry Greville, and "he did n't see it."

"How long will it take us to reach Carrig na Golliogue?" I asked as I lighted my cigar, preparatory to mounting the rickety-looking outside car which stood in readiness to convey me to my destination.

The roads is very heavy, yer anner," was the evasive reply of the charioteer, who was also engaged in the process of igniting a "bit o' baccy," concealed within the depths of a very short and very black "dhudheen.”

"Divil resave the sight av Eriff Bridge ye 'll see, let alone Carrig na Golliogue," observed one of my constituents in a solemn and prophetic manner.

"That the snow may swally up all naygurs is me prayer,” added another.

"Av I wor Micky Delany, I wud n't face that road this blessed an' holy night for less nor a goolden guinea an' a pint o' sperrits," cried a ragged little old fellow, with a view to improving the financial prospects of the driver, even at the expense of his own.

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Guinea, indeed! Troth, he'd be a poor-hearted crayture that wud put a dacent boy off wud the likes av a guinea, such a murdherin' cowld night as this.”

It was, in good sooth, a bad night for a journey out into the mountains. The snow was descending slowly and steadily, falling noiselessly on every available object, enveloping all in a seamless shroud. The bitter blast was whistling through the gaunt and leafless trees, and the river plashed onwards with a dreary, chilling monotony. Hastily looking to the safety of my pocket-flask, as travellers in the olden time were wont to examine the condition of their fire-arms. jerking the collar of my Ulster up into my hair, and pulling my hat over my ears, I sprang upon the car, and wrapping a rug over my knees as closely as though it was sticking-plaster, I quitted Westport amid the jeers, execrations, howls, curses, and snowballs of the baffled and disappointed mendicants.

Our progress was necessarily very slow, but it did not require much power of observation to discern that the horse was of that description known as a "garron," and that in addition to constitutional weakness it was endowed with a considerable amount of the well-known characteristics of the mule. It also possessed a peculiar habit of stopping without any premonitory symptoms, which produced the unpleasing effect of sending me forward with a jerk that threatened to fling me head-foremost into the snow, as though I were about to take a header into a foaming plungebath.

"It's conthrairy he is," observed Mr. Michael Delany, upon being remonstrated with; "it's conthrairy; divil a ha'porth else."

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Contrary! What do you mean?"

"He has quare ways, yer anner. What wud ye think av a baste that wud do the likes av this? Wan day he swallied a half a soverin, an' all we cud get him to give up was sivin-an'-six, all through conthrairiness."

"Do you ever give him a drop of whiskey, Micky?" "I did wanst, and mebbe I did n't suffer for it!" This was uttered with so much unction that my curiosity was awakened, and I asked him to enlighten me. "Story-tellin' is dhry work, sir."

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"Did you have a drink before you left Westport? "I will, sir, an' its plazin' to ye," was the prompt response.

Having mutually partaken of a modest quencher, Mr. Delany proceeded

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Well, sir, there was wan night last winther, and a murtherin' wet night it was, when wan o' the militia sint for me, for to drive him beyant Leenawn, this very road, for to go to a party given be a gintleman's family. I did n't care for the job, but as all quollity was goin', there was n't a yoke for love or money but the very car yer sittin' on. So we kem to terms aisy enough, for I never fall out wud a gintleman, an' shure enough just all as wan as yerself, sir,

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"True for ye,' says I.

"But there was luck in store for him, for up comes a shay bound for the same party, that gev him a sate. He ped me honest, and it was only whin he was a mile off that I found the flask on the sate that you're sittin' on now. I dhrank his helth, and made the baste drink it too; and somehow or another, begorra, the next thing I remimber was me dhraggin' the car, an' that baste there sittin' up in me sate as unconsarned as the Chief Baron chargin' for murther, an' beltin' me wud the whip as hard as he cud lick." "And what then, Micky?

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"I never giv him a taste o' sperrits from that night to this, yer anner."

"I'm greatly afraid that you were drunk, Micky." "I was n't drunk."

"Were you sober?"

I was n't sober."

"Well, if you were neither drunk nor sober, what were you?"

He pulled up the too willing steed in order to give emphasis to his reply

"I was upon the difinsive, yer anner."

This happy condition between the Scylla of intoxication and the Charybdis of sobriety was one which struck me as being so exceedingly novel, from the fact of its being delivered with the gravity of conviction, that I burst out laughing.

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"Troth, thin, I was much the same way the night I went for to ketch the salmon for Father Myles Donovan, may the heavens be his bed this blessed an' holy night" - here Micky crossed himself most devoutly "an' if your anner has a sketch o' sperrits contagious, I'd tell ye all about it." Having promptly complied with Mr. Delany's request, and politely asked him if he would like another sketch, he replied

"No, I'm thankful to ye, sir; that's hapes, as Mrs. Murphy remarked whin she swallied the crab.

"Well, sir," he continued, after a ringing smack of the lips, like the crack of a whip, "when I was a likely lump av a gossoon, I lived over beyant at Leenawn, an' I was a powerful fisher. There was nothin' to bate me. I med me own flies, and invinted the choicest av bait, an' sorra a fish that ever lept could take the consait out o' me. Well, sir, th' ould ancient Martins was dhruv out o' Ballenabinch be raisin av the hard times, and a set of naygurs, called the Great Life Assurance - -the curse o' Crumwell on thim! tuk the roof from over the heads of the lawful owners. Troth, we had plinty av law, plinty av assurance, but dickens a bit av life in the counthry sence they kem in it. I was put out o' me sheelin' an' sint over to live on a bog that was half the year undher water and th' other half sthrugglin' to dry. No Christian at all at all cud live in it, barrin' he was a say-gull or a dispinsary dhocthor; the very snipes was bet up wud the newralgy. Well, sir, poor Father Myles Donovan, rest his sowl, come to me wan evenin' at th' ind o' Siptember, an' says he "Are you there, Mick?' says he. "I am, yer rivirence,' says I.

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"I want to spake to ye particular an' private,' says

"Troth, you 're welkim, yer rivirence,' says I, an' out we walked up the bog.

"Me Lord the Bishop is coming to Derrymalooney tomorrow,' says he.

"Och, murther, but that'll be a great day for yer rivirence an' the Holy Church av Room!' says I.

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"It will,' says he, but he has tuk me short,' says he. I only get his letther tin minutes ago,' says he, 'an' tomorrow is a black fast,' says he.

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'Murther, an' shure it is,' says I; 'what's to be done at all at all?'

"Father Myles looked very hard at me, an' says he, 'Mick,' says he, 'you're a good fisher.'

"Divil a finer in Ireland,' says I, for I was proud o' me talent in that way, don't ye see.

"Av I don't get a salmon for me Lord the Bishop for to-morrow, Micky,' says he, hooking me wud his eye, 'I'm bet up intirely.'

"I seen what he mint while ye'd be winkin' at a leprachaun.

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Keep up yer sperrits, Father Myles,' says I, 'for av there's a salmon in that lake now, he'll be smoking undher his lordship's nose, or I'll be contint fur to lose me stick.' "Yer a dutiful son av the Church,' says Father Myles, and away wud him acrass the bog like a young deer. "The night was murtherin' dark, an' rainin' that powful that I was as wet as a gauger whin I got to the edge o' the lake. I was afeard to thry for the fish in daylight, for the Great Life bad cess to thim, had their keepers as plinty as blackberries, and these villyans wor always lookin' out to get a dacent boy into throuble. Well, sir, I got out me tools, and havin' swallied a good tent o' poteen, I set my nit, and down I sot. It was the lonesomest night I ever spint, only the water splashin' and the sheep-dogs yelpin'. I kep me hand on the sthring reddy for a haul, but dickens av a fish stirrin' at all at all. This won't do,' says I; av the Bishop does n't get a taste o' fish, poor Father Myles will never get a parish.' Well, sir, I sot there, wud the stbring in me hand, takin' an odd scoop at the bottle, an' me heart was very fretful all for the sake of Father Myles, whin all of a suddint the sthring was pulled wud a jerk that nigh dhragged me into the wather, and begorra, I had an illigant salmon. Hurroo!' says I, 'I'm not bet yet,' and I hauled in the nit - and now, yer anner, comes the quare part of the story, and mind ye, it's as thrue as you 're sittin' foreninst me on that sate. I tuk the fish out av the nit (he was about eighteen pound) an' was goin' to give him a rap to lave him aisy, whin he stud up on the ind av his tail, threw out his fins, and med for to wrastle me. I thought I'd humor him, for there was n't a boy in the barony cud stand foreninst me, an' I ketched him be the fins. Sorra a word aither av us sed, but we set to and -ye'd hardly credit it' but he curled his tail round my right leg, and givin' a jolt wud his body, tuk a fall out o'

me.

"Well, sir, it was very hurtful to me feelin's to be thrown be a fish, an' I was resolved to give him no quarther, whether he axed for it or not, but whin I scrambled to me feet the thief av a salmon was gone. Well, sir, I was so bet up be me disgrace, an' a, daylight was comin', I picked up me tools, and I ups to Father Myles's house for to tell him av me misfortune. It was fair light be the time I got there; an' jist as I was comin' up to the house, the sight left me eyes, for there was me salmon knockin' at the halldure, as bowld as brass. Ye won't escape me now, anyhow,' says I, and I med at him; but the dure opened, an' I fell into the hall."

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Here Micky Delany paused.

"Well, what became of the salmon, Micky?" "The Bishop et him," was the sententious reply. "And did Father Myles get a parish ?" "Shure enough, yer anner."

"And what did you get, Micky?

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Och, I got his blessin', and sorra much good it done me."

I did not proceed with the investigation, as I perceived that Delany did not wish to prolong it.

It had ceased to snow, and the moon evinced a decided anxiety to have a peep at Micky Delany and myself. She pushed away two or three troublesome clouds from before her face, and at length took a dull watery stare at us as if she had been suddenly awakened from her slumbers. This little feminine curiosity on her part enabled us to perceive a dark object some hundred yards in advance, lying right across our path.

(To be continued.)

FOREIGN NOTES.

his opinion, that if it were only possible to have one professor, then, looking to the undeveloped riches of the province, one of practical chemistry and physics was far

M. ROCHEFORT proposes to make London his permanent more important than one of geometry. Dr. Rojas relates

home.

IN the Musée in Brussels the fall of a cornice has inflicted serious damage on two fine paintings by Rubens.

MR. WILLIAM ALLINGHAM, the poet, has succeeded Mr. J. A. Froude in the editorship of Fraser's Magazine. THE announcement that Tupper is not coming to America to lecture seems almost too good to be true. Hepworth Dixon, however, is coming in October.

A BEGGAR in Paris had on a card asking for subscriptions to enable him to pay his taxes. Perhaps a joke, but it took; the people laughed, and paid.

SPEAKING of" A Rose in June," the London Athenæum says, "Mrs. Oliphant is at ber very best again. The book is a sad book, we should call it miserable,' were we not afraid of being misunderstood, but full of character, drawn with the most delicate of touches."

A LIGHT of extraordinary brilliancy is said to have been obtained by Herr Hannecker, by directing the flame of a spirit-lamp of peculiar construction, urged by a current of oxygen, against a cylinder formed of carbonate of lime, magnesia, and olivine, compressed by hydraulic pressure. The olivine employed is a native silicate of magnesia.

M. OFFENBACH has published a letter in which he announces his intention of instituting two annual prizes of 1000 f. each, one for a comedy in one act, and the other for an opera-comique, the libretto of which will be provided. The successful works are to be played at least three times, so that the public may judge of their merits, and other managers see whether the productions are likely to suit

them.

THE Icelandic Thousand Years' Feast was celebrated by the Icelanders in Copenhagen with shut doors. At first none of their proceedings were published by the Danish papers, not unjustly offended at such inappropriate exclusiveness. But the songs sung on the occasion have now been published, and they prove to be of more literary worth than anything the festival has yet produced. They are composed by the Icelandic poet Gísli Brynjúlfson.

A CURIOUS innovation in high-life marriages in Paris is to be noticed; that of only inviting young, and, above all, single persons to lunch; the grave and heavy relatives being invited at a monster dinner. It is also a compliment of a delicate nature for the bridegroom to present the bride with a prayer book printed in as many languages as she speaks, the vignettes also to be as expressive as an additional tongue. Since January, the practice is becoming more general for French newly-married couples to travel during the honeymoon.

PROFESSOR STERN, says The Academy, has met with a MS. volume preserved in the Archives of Bern, containing letters of the English Republicans who took refuge in Switzerland after the Restoration. These men resided at Vevey, and corresponded with a certain Dr. Hummel, at Bern, a celebrated theologian of the time, who had previously visited England. There is a series of letters written to him by Daniel Pennington and Elizabeth his wife. He was also in correspondence with Gataker, and with John Dury. The English republicans at Vevey seem to have assumed pseudonyms. One letter is from "William Cawley, but synce I left my native soyle W. Johnson." Another from Edm. Philippe, al: Ludlow."

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A LITTLE work entitled " Recuerdos de Humboldt por Aristides Rojas," is interesting as showing the almost idolatrous respect which is paid to the memory of Humboldt in Spanish America. The additions to our knowledge of Humboldt's life are very slight. There is a very sensible letter of his upon the proposal to endow a chair of mathematics in the University of Caracas, in which he expresses

what he terms "un incidente gracioso," which happened to Humboldt at Calabozo. On approaching the llanos he was very anxious to obtain information about the electrical eels (tembladores) which abound in the rivers of the district. For this purpose he arranged to visit an eccentric student of electrical science, who before the appointed time, contrived with great difficulty to place one of the animals en rapport with the knocker on his study door. The servant directed the visitor to rap, and on his doing so, a discharge of electricity took place, throwing him to the ground. This delicate and hospitable attention was received by Humboldt with smiles. The standard of taste varies, but it is hard to understand how such a vulgar practical joke could in any civilized country be considered "witty " or " pleasing."

DR. E. PAULUS, of Stuttgart, has published a report of his recent examination of a number of so-called Alemanic or Frankish graves, near Tuttlingen, in Würtemberg. The skeletons, which had been tolerably well preserved in the silicious deposits of the banks of the Danube, were in many cases found without remains of clothing or industrial objects of any kind. Near, some feminine ornaments were found, as bronze earrings with pendants, and necklaces, composed of colored glass and clay beads. One grave, which was remarkable for being upwards of five feet below the superimposed

deposits, while the majority were only about one and a half or two feet below the surface, contained the skeleton of a largely-developed aged man, having at his right hand a long two edged iron sword, with a bronze inlaid wooden scabbard, a finely-cut iron spear-head, a small iron battleaxe, and a highly ornamented ivory comb. This skeleton, like the others, lay with the face turned towards the east, and seemed, by the number and the perfection of the weapons and other objects buried with him, to have been a person of distinction. The sword and axes, which differ from any hitherto found in Würtemberg graves, and the manner in which the bodies were laid in the ground, appear to show that they belong to the Frankish age (from the sixth to the eighth century). Some time ago numerous fragments of Roman amphora and other vessels stamped with the letters C. POSV. RV. were found in the neighborhood of these old graves, but while the latter were, as already mentioned, embedded in the uppermost stratum of the river deposits thrown up by repeated inundations of the these superimposed beds, which must thus have been acstream, the Roman remains lay more than seven feet below cumulated with great rapidity during the period that bad intervened between the Roman occupation of Germany and the times of the Alemanic or Frankish inhabitants of the Würtemberg territory.

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TEN STRIKES.

THE virtues of commonplace are easily apprehended and rarely undervalued. The people who move along with their work in an even, methodical manner, doing well what they attempt, by never attempting what they have not, so to speak, already done, are always in demand; reliance is placed upon them; they can be left alone, and the result of their work can be forecast and reckoned upon with confidence. They form the great body of work people throughout the world; they are the middle class of brain-workers and muscle-workers, having men under them and being themselves reminded sometimes that there is a class, if class it can be called when it is composed of members that value their independence, which outranks them by all the unwritten laws of intellectual nature. It belongs to the man of average excellence sometimes to catch himself, as he stands before a work of the same name as his own, saying to himself—“ Alas! “I too am' not 'a painter."" There is in a work which rises clear above average excellence, a spirit that extorts at once from the honest subordinate worker the confession that if he tried ever so hard he would never attain what this man has reached at a single easy bound.

There is no quality of mind in a workman so encouraging as a capacity to recognize work superior to his own, and to acknowledge it. Given that spirit, one may not be at all sure that the man may not suddenly disclose a power of surpassing himself, not before dreamed of. Whence comes the power to do better things? whence the power to lift one's average excellence? The answer briefly is, From above. That is to say, the contemplation of lower, meaner works has no stimulus in it; the study of higher excellence, and the inspiration that comes not only from these higher works, but from the effort one makes to attain them, these carry a man forward and make his work to rise to a higher degree of general excellence.

To recur to our favorite field of illustration, what is it that can make a manufacturer of books not only keep his work even and maintaining an average excellence, but also raise that average? We have intimated before that eternal vigilance is the price of liberty from failure, but we left out of account one remarkable means which he possesses of bettering his regular, ordinary work. That is, the occasional accomplishment of an extraordinary piece of work. We will suppose him to be engaged in making school-books, professional works, and the ordinary books that are classified as miscellaneous. All the parts of the business are so well regulated and so keyed up that the books run along smoothly, and come out bearing the customary marks of good workmanship. Now this may go on, and does frequently go on, for a long while very satisfactorily, but the work does not bring into play all the resources of the establishment; nor, indeed, call out all the skill and taste and energy of those engaged in the

production; especially is there lacking any spirit of enthusiasm.

Let there come at this juncture one or more books demanding peculiar attention. One book, we will say, is to be issued, a gift-book, a name implying, at any rate that it is not merely to be read or consulted, but is to be handled, looked at closely as a product of the fine arts of printing and binding. Here is something to be studied, which may, indeed, become itself a standard, departing in particulars from preceding books. At once every one feels a new impulse. The page is carefully made up, the type selected with care, perhaps newly ordered, new initial letters or head-pieces designed; all the refinements of composition work are considered; other books of the same general character are consulted, and ideas started by them. The paper-maker is taken into confidence, and the order so given that the mill-hards get an extra fillip, and make this paper as a special example of what they can do when they do, not their level, but their very best. The ink, it may be, undergoes trial until that is just right. The pressman is given to understand that this is an unusual book; he feels the stimulus of a special ambition; the foreman comes often to the press and watches to see if the impressions are running evenly; the proprietor makes special visits, takes up a sheet, and examines it critically; so the pressman very likely learns something new of his business from this particular book. Then the dry press man is cautioned, and wakes up to the importance of a thorough airing and drying of the sheets. When it comes to the bindery, a special artist is called in to design stamps for the back and sides, the cloth-maker is asked to produce his newest and most comely patterns, a council is held over colors and designs, and by the time the book is fairly ready for the shelf, an impetus has been given all along the line, so that the whole establishment is a little more awake than it was before..

The illustration answers our purpose, in supporting our plea that in order to do well ordinary work, humdrum, if you will, it is necessary that one should, now and then, attempt and achieve extraordinary work; to raise the standard of one's average excellence, there is need occasionally of surpassing one's self. An occasional ten strike is wonderfully inspiriting.

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NOTES.

- Mr. Cox, the editor of the American Law Times and Reports, comments as follows upon the recent revision of the copyright act: "This act has been construed by the newspapers to be a measure of real importance, and one conferring privileges which did not exist prior to its pasAn examination of its provisions will, however, disclose that it has practically no force whatever, other than to decrease the labors of the Librarian of Congress at the expense of the Commissioner of Patents. Manufacturers are permitted to file their labels, etc., in the Patent Office upon paying a duty of six dollars, but they do not thereby acquire a right of action, nor is the label clothed with new attributes of any kind. Numerous parties may deposit the same design, and, whatever the facts as to ownership, each design will be duly registered' without let or hindrance, or even examination, except to determine whether or not it pertains to the fine arts and whether or not it is a trade-mark. In short, substantially the only privilege conferred is that of paying six dollars. To pronounce the act an anomaly is to cloak its almost ridiculous character. It is neither more nor less than an imposition upon the public. It provides for the payment of a duty

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upon the recent scandal, and containing representations of the various persons concerned, would not be permitted, and it was withdrawn. The action of the Boston com

without the semblance of a return. It appeals effectively to a class long accustomed to a mi-construction of the copyright laws, and its only success will consist in fleecing them, along with others, of six dollars for every label, in-mittee was very widely approved, yet sharply criticised in stead of fifty cents as hitherto. A more arrant blunder is not to be found in the history of American legislation.”

— Mr. Eben P. Dorr has printed an interesting address read before the Buffalo Historical Society, on "The First Monitor and its Inventor," in which he traces in a lively manner the conception of the battery, Mr. Ericsson's connection with it, and the work done by the boat in the war. In explanation of the name "Monitor," he quotes a letter from Ericsson to the Secretary of the Navy, who had asked him to suggest a name. Ericsson thought his battery would admonish the leaders of the Southern forces that the batteries on the banks of their rivers would no longer present barriers to the entrance of the Union forces, and in addition that it would admonish the English in a very becoming manner. Hence the name. Mr. Dorr mentions one lit le fact which we believe is not generally known. Two hours after Lieutenant Worden had sailed from New York for Hampton Roads, as directed, new orders came from Washington telling him to proceed to the Potomac, where it was thought the Monitor was more needed, the large fleet of war vessels at Hampton Roads being thought sufficient to protect that place. The Monitor was out of reach of the new orders, and a little bit of history was consequently made.

The death of Mr. Marcus Spring has called out from the papers reference to his business and social reputation. He was born in 1810, and began business in New York as a dry goods commission merchant in 1831. Shortly after the beginning of his commercial career," we are told, "his brother died, leaving a badly complicated and heavily

indebted estate. Determined that no member of his fam

some quarters. We do not see why it is not the business of the city government to suppress any public offense streets, and think that a little exercise of its power might against good morals, whether it be on the stage or in the have been a good thing before this. It is singular how much more government people will stand than the governors usually think.

-Pierre Blot is dead. He will be remembered with

gratitude by many for the reforms which he set on foot in the matter of cooking and the use of food material. Now our chief cities have clubs of young ladies who pride themselves on their ability to make omelettes, but when he came to us in 1867, cooking was almost a lost art in fashionable circles. M. Blot established classes in New York and neighborhood, similar to those he had conducted in Europe. He lectured to these classes in explanation of his system, and accompanied his remarks with practical illustrations, some of the dishes discussed being prepared on the stage and then handed around among his pupils and audience. These lectures were fully reported in the columns of the newspapers at the time. He also contributed papers to the Galaxy, and to Harper's Bazar.

-President Woolsey, in his historical address at the celebration of the fiftieth anniversary of the foundation of the Yale Law School, said: "It is worthy of notice that the first law school in the country, of any considerable note, was founded in the town of Litchfield, next to Bethlehem, where Dr. Bellamy lived. Bellamy's school was begun at least twenty-five years before the Revolutionary War. The law school at Litchfield owed its origin to ily should bring discredit on the name, either through mis- Tapping Reeve, a native of Long Island, a graduate at fortune or otherwise, he at once shouldered the debts of Nassau Hall, a son-in-law of President Burr, and so a his deceased brother and began paying them. After brother-in-law of Aaron Burr, Vice-President of the thirty years of arduous toil he succeeded in accomplishing United States, and was begun in 1784, just after the his purpose. At one period during this time the creditors Revolution was over. Some time before the end of the of the estate held a meeting at which it was proposed to century Judge Reeve invited James Gould, a lawyer in offer a compromise. This was done, but Mr. Spring de- Litchfield, a graduate of Yale College of 1791, to take clined any but the straightforward manner of paying his part in the instruction. They continued partners in the debts." This he finally succeeded in doing, and after-school until 1820, when, Judge Reeve having retired, ward accumulated considerable property, which was, how- Judge Gould became the head of the school, and ere long ever, nearly all lost in consequence of the Chicago fire. associated with himself for a time Jabez W. Huntington, He was well known in antislavery circles, having married afterward Senator of the United States and Judge of the a daughter of Mr. Arnold Buffum, first president of the Supreme Court of Connecticut. Down to 1833, when Antislavery Society. He built a large edifice at Eagles- Judge Gould, about five years before his death, disconwood, in New Jersey, in practical exposition of his views tinued his lectures, there had been educated at Litchfield, regarding communistic living, and afterward placed it in according to Mr. Hollister (History of Connecticut, vol. the hands of Mr. Theodore Weld, who had there a school ii. p. 597), 1024 lawyers from all parts of the United which became famous under his charge. Mr. Spring trav- States, of whom 183 were from the Southern States. In elled abroad with Margaret Fuller, and made many friends this number are included fifteen United States Senators, who retained their connection with him, so that his house five cabinet officers in the general government, ten Govwas often resorted to by travellers from abroad. Among ernors of States, fifty Members of Congress, forty judges these was Fredrika Bremer, who mentions him and his of the highest State courts, and two judges of the Supreme wife affectionately in her letters. Andersen also found Court of the United States." in him a warm friend.

-They have found a competent man in England to act as censor of public plays, in Mr. Edward F. S. Pigott, but his friends shake their heads over the impossibility of his exercising the functions of his office in a way to give general satisfaction. It is not often that any attempt at censorship is exercised in our cities, but in Boston, lately, the managers of a theatre were notified that a play founded

- Miss Charlotte Cushman has been charged with sickness, under circumstantial evidence only. The rumor originated from the incident of Mr. John Gilbert being taken suddenly ill while on a visit to Miss Cushman at her Newport villa, and several physicians being hastily summoned. The gigs in front of the door attracted the attention of correspondents, and alarming paragraphs were the result.

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